Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
My perfect boy.
Even though I tried to convince them that I have been happy because of them, they wouldn’t take no for an answer. Ash called my sister, while Flint called my best friend Sadie, to get backup. They love me in ways their father couldn’t even bother to. Of course, he doesn’t know anything is amiss.
We barely had sex, even before I found out. After I had the twins naturally, his cock just didn’t do it for me. I’m a big girl, and it took my best friend buying me a girthy dildo for me to realize that Stratford’s cock wasn’t big enough for me. I never felt full like I craved, so we just participated in a lot of oral sex.
Since I’m not a cheating whore, I had to get my kicks in those times when my vibrator wasn’t cutting it. I also didn’t want him to know anything was up. I don’t do half the shit I did back when I thought he was faithful, and I refuse to be alone with him unless it’s to sleep. I can’t even remember the last time we exchanged I love yous. Or maybe he knows I know and refuses to lose the money.
Ha. Joke’s on his ass.
“There are my boys!”
Stratford’s booming voice has me tensing up, and of course, the boys feel it. They send me looks of support before moving to hug their father. I’m not sure what they think about his infidelity. When I asked, they wouldn’t really give me much. Only that they were worried about me and wanted me to get out. Selfless, they are, which is rare in teens these days. I did well with them.
I look away as they hug, and he clowns around with them. On the outside, we look like a happy little family. But on the inside, we’re nothing of the sort. It’s always been my boys and me, with Stratford coming and going as he pleased. He flew in only an hour in advance of the graduation, arriving just before the boys’ names were called.
Layla, Stratford’s mom, is next to hug the boys, and then his dad, Pete. Stratford takes after his dad in looks, dark-brown hair and green eyes, but his height and build come from his mom. She’s German and comes from a very tall family. She’s almost 6’1” herself, and while I know they love me dearly, I know that’ll change soon enough.
Hopefully, they’ll still be good to the boys.
They gush over my boys while Stratford stands beside us, neither of us saying a word. I have mastered the “act like he doesn’t exist in order to survive” mind-set when he’s around. It’s harder in these kinds of situations, but I won’t ruin my boys’ moment. When it’s time for pictures, the boys put me in the middle of them with Stratford beside Ash. I plaster the biggest smile on my face as I hug my pride and joy. Bursting with satisfaction for all of us. We made it.
When Stratford is busy with his parents, Ash leans in. “Are you going after this?”
I nod sadly. “Yeah. With you boys leaving in the morning for Connecticut, and since you won’t let me come make sure you’re settled, I figured I’d leave too.”
Flint nods. “Mom, you already got our apartment set up. What else is there to do?”
He’s right, but still, I feel guilty. We went last week to furnish and make sure their apartment near campus was everything Stratford said it was. They’re only a three-minute walk to the rink, and I know the boys will flourish on their own. I made sure to pay their rent for the whole year with Stratford’s money. Still, I feel like I should go with them, just for a second glance, but neither of them is having that.
“You’re right. I guess I’m not ready to say see you later.” A sob bubbles out of me, and I hate how weak I’m being. “Maybe I should just come with you two. I can make sure you’re fed, clean, and everything. I’m not really ready to hang up my hockey mom hat.”
Ash laughs. “Mom, that hat doesn’t come off.”
I smile sweetly at him. “But for real—when it’s time for girls, all you gotta do is put a sock on the door, and I’ll go somewhere else.”
Ash grimaces as Flint laughs. “Mom, come on,” Ash groans and I shrug.
“I’ll be a great roommate.”
Flint wraps an arm around me as Ash leans his head on mine. “We don’t want a roommate, Mom. We want our mom to be happy.”
Flint nods. “It’s time for the Kenleigh Colburn Era.”
The use of my maiden name has my nose stinging.
I’ll no longer share a last name with them, and that’s the only thing that makes me sad.
I don’t want any part of Stratford Robbins.